MTL - Mei Gongqing-Chapter 59 Feast

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I have already invited you.

He stared at Hu Wenliang on the Guangming lamp for a long time, without snoring.

The middle-aged general wrinkled his brow and asked, "What is the word, "Yu Gong?"

He looked up at him and pointed at the words above. He said, "This is the king, this is Hongda."

The middle-aged general shouted: "Wang Hong? Is it Wang Hong?"

Gong Gong nodded and said: "The latter two words are Arong. It is also the name of a person. General Wen, this is a combination of four words, Wang Hong, Arong. Both are names."

General Wen stayed, and he murmured: "Wang Qilang? Actually involved Wang Qilang?"

His face changed. After a long while, he went deep into the public and asked: "What do you think about this matter?"

Yu Gong turned a blank eye and said, "How difficult is this? Give this light to Wang Qilang."

He saw that the general was a little hesitant, and could not help but sigh: "And Wang Qilang is a man, and he will be calm." He paused, and he sighed. "But now Wang Qilang is not in Nanyang City. The general has to I can only see him in two days."

General Wen nodded and laughed. He said: "Since Wang Qilang is mentioned in this kongming lantern, it will have nothing to do with the Hu people. Then wait two days to say it." He smiled so sweetly that there was two points in the tone. .

Gong Gong nodded, no longer said, and bowed to him, he left.

Nanyang House.

It was another night.

This night, Chen Rong put a hole in the night light, and finally, when she was tired and fell asleep, in addition to the Kongming Lantern in her dream, the face of the man in her pen was shining.

Early in the morning, Chen Rong woke up in the sound of birdsong.

After serving in two places, after Chen Rong was groomed, she began her day-to-day routine and played "Ms. Fortunately, the sound of the piano is the most tolerant, otherwise she will play like this day and day, she will be able to withstand, the two beautiful and the beautiful people around can not stand.

It’s time for the afternoon.

Chen Rong played the piano and got tired. He returned to sleep for a while. At this moment, the voice of the young prostitute came from the outside. "The girl can wake up? Wang Ye sent someone to come and said that the girl is going to dinner!"

With a sigh of relief, Chen Rong, who was sleeping in sleep, was awakened. She sat straight and stared at the door. She asked in a deep voice: "A feast?"

The young prostitute said: "Yes, it is said that the girl should be groomed, and after a half-hour, go to the feast of the government."

Chen Rong slowly and slowly stretched her sleeves. After wiping off the sweat that had flowed to her eyes, she blinked and whispered, "Prepare the soup."

The prostitute hesitated for a while and said: "Yes."

It is in the Nanyang Wangfu, and there is no bathing hall everywhere. Besides, Chen Rong’s identity is also not enjoyed.

At the moment, the two squats are busy boiling water, and then the hot water is filled with large wooden barrels.

After the gauze, the hot water in the bucket was soaring, Chen Rong looked at the rippling water and looked at his broken face.

The two sisters stood around her, seeing her hesitating and not urging.

After a while, Chen Rong opened his arms and whispered: "Well."

"Yes."

Washing, combing, and casually wearing a suit to put on, after Chen Rong finished all this, one and a half hours have passed.

In the main courtyard, Yule accompanied the songs of the beautiful people, and so far away, she could even smell the powdery fragrance that floated in the wind.

Chen Rong said in his footsteps and said, "Let's go."

The two sisters glanced at each other, and the young prostitute bowed her head and blessed her, saying, "Girl, please let go of the donkey."

Chen Rong stared at them, smiled coldly, did not answer, just shouted: "Go."

After all, she slammed her sleeves and turned to get out.

Looking at her back, the young prostitute whispered, "What should I do?"

The old man shook his head and said: "I don't know, let's keep up."

"it is good."

At this time, it is already late.

The sky in the west is red, and the cotton clouds are smeared red and bright. Chen Rong looked at the sky, and his footsteps had been stiff from the beginning and became calm.

At this moment, the beauty of the feast is really quite a lot. However, when every beauty saw Chen Rong, he couldn’t help but look back and look at her.

At this time, Chen Rong has been deliberately dressed up by two singers. She was originally very good-looking, and her clothes were skin-skinned and fit. The whole person can be said to be glamorous and compare the people around.

Faced with the stunning eyes of the women, the hand in Chen Rong’s sleeves was tighter, and the scorpion in the palm of his hand was so tight that it hurt the skin.

Chen Rong stepped out of the West Court.

Walking on the avenue leading to the main courtyard, the rouge powder is mixed with silk and bamboo, and there is a bustling prosperity. Chen Rong looked at one after another, the endless beauty of the stream, suddenly poured out a kind of thought: such a Nanyang King, is it really worthy of their desperate protection?

This thought was only a moment. In a blink of an eye, she thought that once Nanyang City was broken, everyone in the city would end up with a disgust in her heart.

From the West Court to the main courtyard, it is only a few hundred steps away. Rao is Chen Rong not taking the car. Rao is her slow pace. After half an hour, she has arrived.

Standing outside the courtyard, looking at the brightly lit, the main hall of the brightly lit, Chen Rong took a breath and strode forward.

Nanyang Wangfu is different from other palaces. Here, every beauty, whether she has an identity or not, enters the banquet and enters from the main entrance.

When Chen Rong stepped into the temple, her front was squatting forward, like a beautiful flower with a hundred flowers, behind her, it was also a rouge fragrance, a cloud of beautiful beauty.

In front of the temple, Nanyang Wang and his more than a dozen subordinates were sitting on the main collapse, while sipping wine while squinting. With music, enjoy the beauty of this beautiful person.